Dear Abigail

Submitted by: Submitted by

Views: 388

Words: 537

Pages: 3

Category: Literature

Date Submitted: 04/17/2010 11:12 AM

Report This Essay

Dear Abigail

I am writing this letter to help you understand what you are doing to your family. I want you to understand that marriage is a partnership, it takes two people to make a marriage work. From what I see, your husband is taking on more than his share. Your children are a huge part of your life and they also need you. Maybe you can’t see what you are doing to your family. You were kissing Len in the hospital, when you should have been with your family. They need you the most. That’s why I’m writing this letter to help you.

You probably don’t realize how your actions are hurting your family, but they do. From what I see you treat your husband like a roommate and you are treating your kids like their not even yours. You are acting like you don’t want them. People that are married and are in love, work together, not working together like strangers. Maybe you can’t see this right now, but I will point out and try to convince you of what the problems are. Like when you left your son in the play center, so you could sneak off to be with Len. I know you have been though a lot more then what people should go though, but I’m here to help you understand.

As you know you’re not the only one who lost a daughter in this whole thing, your husband did too. If you’re acting this way because of your daughters death, that would be really unfair for everyone else. They all are going through the same thing, and they don’t treat the ones they love like crap. Another thing you did to hurt one of your family members, was when your husband had to show your daughter how to shave her legs. That’s something a mother should show her daughter. Also, when Jack was beaten up, and the ambulance came, you stayed inside and said that he would be alright. You wouldn’t even go to the hospital to see how your husband was. Even your own daughter had to call a friend to take her to the hospital, because you wouldn’t. That’s just sad.

I want you to know that I’m...